David's POV
The last person I wanted to see stood at Cornelia's door. Of all the friends she could have brought by, it had to be her.
"You weren't home, so I figured you'd be here," Harlow announced as Cornelia opened the door. She pushed past without waiting for an invitation, her eyes already scanning the room like she owned the place.
"How exactly did you know where I lived?" The edge in my voice was sharp enough to cut glass.
"I told her," Cornelia said before Harlow could respond.
"Perfect." I kept my stare locked on Harlow, and she returned it with equal intensity. The mutual dislike crackling between us could have powered the entire building.
Cornelia gestured toward the living room, offering Harlow a seat. We settled onto the loveseat while Harlow claimed the chair across from us, positioning herself like a prosecutor ready to cross-examine.
"Let me make proper introductions," Cornelia said, clearing her throat nervously. "Harlow, this is David."
